09:42 pmAh well- last week was fairly intense, which may explain why I've only just finished my first book in March. Who Fears Death is also fairly intense, which may explain why I dragged my heels on it. Am glad I read it, wouldn't want to read it again, but do want to read something like it. Alas, the library doesn't have Redemption in Indigo in borrowable form and it's just outside my price range at Bakka, so I bought The New Moon's Arms instead. Not full-out African fantasy, perhaps, but does have unsinkable old women.

This was probably subconsciously inspired by a visit to the coffee shop Saturday morning. Can't remember what I'd brought as portable reading- Pema Chodron, probably- because what I wound up skimming was my gift copy of Lords and Ladies that no one's taken, though someone took the other three duplicate Pratchetts. Periodically I'm reminded how much I like Granny Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg; and I discern resemblances to them both in Hopkinson's Calamity.

(True, I'd probably have bought Anne Lyle's Alchemist of Souls instead if the Elizabethan English had been anywhere near the standard of either Antonia Forest or The Armor of Light. Alas, a skim suggested it wasn't periodic at all. Carpenter to his last, then.)